This quadrille was written for dVerse. Many thanks to Mish!
So what does the picture have to do with the poem? Well, when you bring up middle age on pixabay, it brings up everything but middle-aged people. Wink, wink. I figured I’d go with it. A heroine of the middle ages.
Transpire to Perspire
When I was little, I flushed often Awkwardly, sometimes merely from a glance The slightest hint of embarrassment? My face cherried. These days mortification’s shrugged away, breathing, living, emoting simple days broil my face from pale to lobster red Thanks, hormones. Love, Middle Age.